Anti Anti-Nuclear

Fear of the unknown is quite a large motivator in our lives. If the fear is derived from an unknown cause, then that cause will likely be abandoned, shut down, and just shunned by all who tout the negative effects even if there is much research to have been done.

It is like our childhood fixation on the horrors of the dark.

Are YOU afraid of the dark today?

As a kid, one does not simply wake up in the night to stare into the blankness of the ceiling above, or just go for a walk as the bright globe of life and light heads into the twilight zone. The dark seemed to be a thing to be feared, and rightfully so! for our imaginations have already revealed to us the monsters, the dangers, and the utmost terror that not only lies within the dark, but *is* a fundamental part of the dark.

A child would not be able to comprehend the peacefulness that is only obtainable through the cover of the night, nor the silent pleasures that arise from quiet meditation. A child would only see the harsh darkness as something that should be fought at all costs, even sacrificing money and time to see it gone. A child, or at least most children, could not lead fully happy lives knowing that darkness, and the scary monsters and sprites that it brought, would be back to haunt them at night.

Ladies and gentlemen, today we are all children, cowering in fear of something just as misunderstood and just as feared for no true reason.

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Rant on Education

Inspired by a late night chat about the failures of education … as I was doing a time-filler exercise from one of my teachers. Oh how we love irony.

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I’m not exactly sure where I’m going to go in this post, but I do know that in order to do a full OPVL on anything that I write, you should probably know a little more background about me, my educational experiences, and what has influenced me to be where I am.

As covered in a couple of older posts, I’m pretty engrossed in education these days. It hasn’t always been that way though. Even though I have always been in a family that has heavily focused on the pursuit of education, the schools that I attended didn’t constantly reflect that view point.

Through my elementary and middle school years, I attended the Farragut group of schools, located in a suburb of Knoxville. Within the Appalachia cultural region of America, one of the less prosperous areas of the US, there isn’t really that large of a regard for education. Even though I was exceptionally blessed to be attend one of the wealthier schools, as well as having certain opportunities to challenge myself, there wasn’t the same culture of education that was at Farragut than there may be here, in Bellevue. Primarily, not all the students had their long term goal to go into academia, or needed that level of education.

Cultural shock was a big part of moving to Bellevue, if not in the edge-city feel, then in the radical change in the attitude of the people around me. The air of discovery, masked beneath a faux display of contempt was enough to drive me through 8th grade and into high school, to where I stand today. I would like to believe this fabulous little lie, that because of my origins, I am able to appreciate this education better than others, even though that’s fallen through so many times, evident in my own actions. Still withstanding, however, is my passion to learn.

And from there, why don’t we start on my rant?

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